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46262	Sylva, Carmen	Pilgrim Sorrow: A Cycle of Tales			.txt	text/plain	31405	2068	92	Sorrow was a lovely slender child, with dark hair that framed her pale "Oh, dear apple-tree," said Sorrow, "give me such merry red cheeks, Poor little Sorrow remained all night with the wise mother, and next "But who are you?" she asked, amazed, when she saw Sorrow's dark eyes. faint tinge of red came over Sorrow's face as she said smiling-Sorrow went forth like to a moaning wind that rushes through the trees. spoke a word, even Night held her breath; but the eyes of Truth began The youth's eyes grew dark as night, and his voice sounded stern as he and again that stern look came into her face; 'I do not like that man.' Sorrow's eyes had looked at him "My wife," said Pain, and his eyes burnt like the sand and the air, and "There she stands," said Sorrow, and when I raised my eyes I saw in	./cache/46262.txt	./txt/46262.txt